when talking of such things as might become a pair of friends

I caught the scent of cloves and chamomile – our rich aroma blends

steeping deep in sleep inside your warmth to keep the flavor true

this bitter brew infuse to lose me in the darker parts of you

I caught myself once more replaying those moments when our gazes met

I could see, as if through windows, all the grief you can’t forget

I wouldn’t dare presume that I should somehow take it all away

To empty out your bitter cup and plastic smiles fabricate

But sipping slow and deep the dreamy draughts of ever fluid time 

You’ll learn from me, the things I teach, like love and sacrifice

They’re more than words, and less alone, but stronger as intended

A healing brew has broader strength when two strong herbs are blended
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~j.d.schofield